Yan Zixiu also looked at him, and after a few seconds he said, "Don't worry, I will never want you."

After that, he added, "If you don't believe me, I will swear with my heart of Taoism now. If I don't obey in the future, I will bear the consequences of cause and effect."

Jing Shaoci saw his serious look and felt ridiculous in his heart, "You don't really think that breaking the oath will be struck by lightning, right?"

If so, some scumbags would have been burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.

After hearing this, Yan Zixiu first looked out the window, and then felt the spiritual power in his body.

"You can give it a try."

Jing Shaoci didn't understand, "Try what?"

"Go to the courtyard now, and I will call lightning to strike you."

When Yan Zixiu said this, his tone was mixed with anger that he himself didn't realize.

When the two were at a standoff, Aunt Xu, the maid, saw them standing in front of the kitchen table and came over and said, "Young Master, Mr. Yan, is there anything I can help you with?"

Jing Shaoci looked at Yan Zixiu coldly, then turned and went upstairs.

Being interrupted like this, Yan Zixiu did not swear with his heart.

After a while, Aunt Xu suddenly received a generous bonus from the housekeeper, which was equivalent to her three-year salary.

She asked the reason in confusion, and the housekeeper smiled and said: This is the reward from the young master for her timely appearance in the kitchen that day.

More than two hours later, Yan Zixiu boiled another dose of medicine, and when it was cooled to the right temperature for drinking, he took the medicine bowl upstairs.

"Mom, this bowl of medicine is for morning sickness, you try it."

Jing Fengyi took the medicine bowl and looked at Yan Zixiu with a gentle look for the first time.

His son told him that the prescription had been looked at by someone, and all the herbs used were warming herbs, so there was no problem.

Xie Guanxin was a little hesitant, and looked at Yan Zixiu and said, "Xiu Xiu, is this medicine bitter?"

"Only a little bit, and the aftertaste is a little sour."

Xie Guanxin heard that it was not very bitter, so she drank it from Jing Fengyi's hand.

It's not that she is spoiled, but her stomach is in such a bad condition that she will vomit a lot at the slightest stimulation.

After Xie Wanxin finished drinking, she smiled at Yan Zixiu and said, "Thank you, Xiuxiu."

In fact, she didn't have much hope in her heart. After all, she had thought of many ways before.

Unexpectedly, until dinner, she not only did not vomit once, but also drank a whole bowl of chicken and dried scallop porridge smoothly.

Xie Wanxin was no longer uncomfortable, and the happiest person was naturally Jing Fengyi.

As a result, he was so happy that he gave Yan Zixiu an unexpected "reward".

Originally, Yan Zixiu planned to go home tonight, but Li Fengzhi called him and said that he didn't know who leaked his address to the entertainment company, and now there were people squatting in front of the community.

The other party repeatedly told him not to go back, so Yan Zixiu stayed at the Jing family again.

Because Li Fengzhi had told him to watch more of the plays directed by the director of Shengshi, after dinner, he took the elevator to the indoor micro-theater on the fourth floor.

Not long after the movie started, Jing Shaoci suddenly walked in and sat down next to him with a cold face.

"I can watch it alone." Yan Zixiu stared at the screen with his eyes and said in a cold voice.

Jing Shaoci didn't even look at him, and there was a little unhappiness in his tone, "Father asked me to accompany you."

Jing Fengyi?

Yan Zixiu was slightly startled, then turned his head to look at him and asked in confusion: "Why?"

Jing Shaoci said coldly: "Because your medicine stopped my mother from vomiting."

Yan Zixiu frowned slightly, thought for a few seconds, and then said: "Isn't this a good thing?"

"Yeah." Jing Shaoci responded indifferently.

After receiving the affirmative answer from the other party, Yan Zixiu was even more confused, "Then why did your father punish me?"

The sudden words hit Jing Shaoci's lungs directly.

He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth and said, "Do you think that my accompanying you is a punishment?"

Yan Zixiu thought about it seriously and nodded, "Not bad."

"Yan Zixiu." Jing Shaoci narrowed his black eyes and said in a deep voice, "Your trick of playing hard to get doesn't work on me."

He finally understood that from swearing to decisively refusing, it was just Yan Zixiu's way of attracting his attention.

"Mr. Jing, I'm afraid you are..."

"Song You, we are already divorced, what are you questioning me on?"

Before Yan Zixiu finished speaking, the heroine in the movie questioned with a broken emotion.

The male protagonist in the screen, in the backstage of the banquet, pressed the burgundy-haired female protagonist against the wall, with a look of decadent confusion in his eyes.

"Because I still love you."

The experience of watching this kind of movie with your ex-husband is like watching a TV series with your parents when the kissing scene happens to be in progress, so awkward that you can't even continue the argument.

The movie that Yan Zixiu chose is a love art film shot by Director Qin in his early years. As luck would have it, the plot is about a story of reunion.

When seeing the ending, Jing Shaoci said in a very cold tone: "Movies are just movies, we will never remarry."

Yan Zixiu was speechless for a while, turned around and said: "Mr. Jing, it doesn't matter whether we remarry or not, I mainly want to save the soul."

It was obviously a love movie, but both of them looked unhappy after watching it.

Jing Fengyi is worthy of being the father and son of Jing Shaoci. One gave him a reward inexplicably, and the other really regarded himself as a prize and came reluctantly.

Instead of this, he would rather accept the transfer.

Yan Zixiu complained in his heart while walking towards the bathroom with his pajamas.

When Jing Shaoci came out of the shower, he saw him curled up on the sofa in his long skirt.

"Yan Zixiu."

Yan Zixiu glanced at him coldly, "What's the matter?"

Jing Shaoci was silent for a while, and then he said after a long time: "How long can I live?"

Yan Zixiu was slightly startled, he didn't expect him to ask about this matter.

"I can only see that you will not live long. If you want to know the time of your death, you need to..."

Seeing that he suddenly stopped talking halfway, Jing Shaoci asked, "What else do you need?"

Yan Zixiu originally wanted him to check the soul in person, but the soul is something that becomes thinner every time you check it.

It doesn't matter that Xie Wanxin has the golden light of virtue to protect her. If he kills the short-lived ghost, it would be a loss.

Yan Zixiu thought about it and there was another way, but Jing Shaoci would definitely not be willing to do it.

"Nothing."

Jing Shaoci knew that he must be hiding something, but he didn't ask any more questions. He turned around and went back to bed.

The next day was Sunday, the day when the second season of "The Second Life" premiered.

Yan Zixiu originally planned to finish watching it alone, but Xie Wanxin was afraid that he would be in a bad mood, so she accompanied him.

The final result was that the family of four sat together in the living room waiting to watch the show.

As the countdown in the upper right corner of the ad ends, the opening credits of "The Second Life" pop up, and the show officially begins with background music.